Geneva rode a pony, too, because come on. She is like ok this is a thing that is happening ok.

And then obviously there were ribs.

NOT THOSE RIBS, Eleanor.

That is her 'waiting for ribs' face.

That is Geneva's.

Those are the ribs. PUT THE BEANS INTO MY MOUTH.

Can't talk, ribsing.

Talking despite ribsing.

Buncha bitches, buncha ribs.

And then this morning we went to the lake.

Lakers be laking. Now Joel is working basically constantly until Wednesday evening, but we don't even mind. LOOK AT THE WEEKEND WE HAD. So we'll kill the hours playing a game Eleanor invented, where we take turns being the one who is going to a wedding with a picnic, who shares it with the other one, who forgot her picnic.